Dating elko nevada 42

We came to our first ranch gate of the trip, and one of us wrestled the barbed-wire-strung post open, let the other pass through, and then wrestled it back closed. ” process about twenty more times in the next twenty four hours, always heeding that most important bit of Nevada etiquette: if you pass through a gate - open or closed - leave it as you find it.

By the time we hit the valley floor the sun had set completely, and in the deepening darkness we rode forward on four-wheel-drive two-track roads deep with loose sand.

Since I moved to Vegas, Elko seems pretty remote - a seven hour drive is nothing to sneeze at - but when Thomas told me about his bikepacking plans I knew I had to suck it up and get to cowboy country to join him. We both count it as a moral victory every time we use a bike instead of a car to get from A to B, and we both have a couple of multi-day road tours under our belts.

But neither of us had ever done any multi-day off-road riding, or “bikepacking” as the hip outdoor magazines call it.

You can spend as much money as you want on specialized gear to get your bike equipped for trips like this: special racks, frame-mounted bags, etc.

Ultimately our rigs just boiled down to strapping tents, sleeping bags, sleeping pads and tarps to our bikes, loading food into panniers (bike-speak for “saddlebags”), and pedaling forth into the wilds of the I-80 corridor east of Elko.

With adventure and Italian fare drawing us forward and the sun lowering over the looming Pequops, we put pedals to gravel and disappeared into the sagebrush.

At one fortunate turn in the path we are able to self-arrest enough to dismount before the next yet-more-steeper- plunge and walk our bikes down.

It was replaced, transformed, or circumnavigated section by section by the hulking four-lane-divided I-80 from 1956 to 1986.

Where 40 hugs the landscape, I-80 blasts through it with road cuts and tunnels.

Last year Thomas got a bike specially designed for that kind of riding and had been chomping at the bit to get out into the world on his steed.

I saw the writing on the wall and, not wanting to be left behind, followed suit much more cheaply by getting a mountain bike from craigslist and upgrading it with another 0 of new components.

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